I’ve seen this before and probably linked to it too, but it’s just so wonderful, who cares? Now that they’re all sold out they oughta come up with kits so we can create our own. Mine would be hilarious I’m sure. Texas would take up at least 1/4 of our continent fer starters, and the Great Lakes would be the shape of a hand, and practically as big as any ocean. Minnesota would be on TOP of Wisconsin instead of to the west, and… what happened to Michigan? (Words that actually came out of my mouth on one drive from Chicago to Madison. Yeah.)

Note: This is a journal entry — it was written on paper or on my computer, then transferred to my website, maybe years later.

Note: This is a journal entry — it was written on paper or on my computer, then transferred to my website, maybe years later.

I’m in the parking lot behind the 400 Bar in Minneapolis. We got here right on time for load-in at 6:00 but of course nobody’s here to meet us. If we’d been late, you know they would’ve been here waiting!

A show preview by Melissa Maerz that appeared in the April 10, 2002 issue (Vol. 23 No. 1114) of the City Pages…

Edith Frost With the exception of the time Johnny Cash showed his affection for Trent Reznor by covering a Nine Inch Nails song, Edith Frost has been central to the strangest musical marriages in all of folkdom. Her first album Calling Over Time signed up experimentalists Gastr del Sol to back her on twisted Palace-like songs. With the Drag City Supersession group, she made Smog’s nihilist Bill Callahan sound almost cheerful. And her latest Wonder Wonder (Drag City) finds Frost doing her best Liz Phair over Gillian Welch-like traditionals that tug at your fiddle strings. Thank god she’s a country girl. With Central Falls and Jackaro. 21+. $8. 9:00 p.m. 400 Bar, 400 Cedar Ave. S. (at Riverside Ave.), Minneapolis; 612.332.2903.

An interview by Eric Block that appeared in the Minnesota Daily (Minneapolis, MN)…

Delicate Frost

Rising talent Edith Frost has traveled a winding path — Chicago by way of New York by way of Texas — to bring to us her latest offering, Telescopic (Drag City). The 34-year-old singer/songwriter’s second full-length, following last year’s Calling Over Time, raises the volume knob a few decibels, but retains the melancholy warmth and sadness of her previous work.

A review by Jon Dolan that appeared in the City Pages (Minneapolis, MN)…

Not quite as poetic as she wants to be, Edith Frost is kind of like a Sandy Denny for the Chicago post-rock crew. On country-noise records like the just-out Telescopic, she writes dim melodies that threaten to turn into 150-watt folk-pop tunes. And on tunes like 1997’s lovely ballad "Too Happy," Frost drowns her sad, sketchy lyrics in a kind voice that ought to communicate in complete sentences.